Lines upon learning that Keith Richards, though he did snort some of his deceased father’s ashes, did not — as was previously reported — chop them up with cocaine

Disequilibrium has been my calling:
I wrote my best riffs by slashing at guitars while falling.
I have mixed everything with everything, but Dad, your dust I would
not adulterate:
You, I sniffed up straight.

And the fierce and final modesty of ashes,
Stronger than 15 Jumping Jack Flashes,
Blew my mind: I was deeply moved.
I looked at myself in the mirror and, for the first time ever, disapproved.

GETTING TO KNOW PHILIP LARKIN WITH A NEW EDITION OF HIS POEMS | April 26, 2012 "A smash of glass and a rumble of boots/Electric trains and a ripped-up phonebooth/Paint-spattered walls and the cry of a tomcat/Lights going out, and a kick in the balls." These lines are not by Philip Larkin, of course — they're by Paul Weller.

BLACK SABBATH ARE BACK — IN PRINT AND ON FILM | November 14, 2011 The literature on Black Sabbath — already extensive — will continue to grow, as we try, try, try again to wrap our poor noggins around the irreducibly cosmic fact of this band.